Shelby’s Angels: Sometimes I’m Not

by Stephanie Burke

  “Beautiful and high maintenance.” Feenixxx chuckled, her laughter sounding like the contented purr of a big hunting cat. “You should try working with drag queens, doll. That would probably turn the rest of your hair gray.”

  “Hmm,” Shelby hummed, looking up at her own salt-pepper locks that were, as usual, contained in a messy bun held up by two ink pens. “You may be right. I swear there was more dark than light when I first started working here.”

  Feenixxx turned her attention to Delsin, who still stood there, a pout on his cute little full bottom lip, his purple eyes narrowed as he awaited the death sentence for his poor tootsies.

  “And this creature,” she said, shifting her weight to face the long-haired man, “is just exquisite, even if he did let his pedicurist put a gloss finish on his toenails. You should go for the matte finish and a sexy pair of footless sandals. I have some gold ones that will make my customers positively drool.”

  “Humph,” Delsin said, still pouting. “I’m worthy of worship, and the gloss finish is to show those who grovel for my favors where I like to be kissed.”

  “That would explain,” Shen sniffed, “the glossy oil you spread on your cock. Some of us,” he continued, despite Delsin’s gasp of displeasure and Raidon’s chuckles, “don’t need to give others a road map.”

  “Bitch!” Delsin hissed, uncrossing his arms and glowering at his friend.

  “Slut!” Shen returned, his eyes narrowed to give him the look of a spitting cat.

  “Harlot!” Delsin snapped back. The others followed the exchanges, heads turning to follow the players like the observers at a tennis match.

  “Dry-scalped guttersnipe who needs extra conditioning treatment to prevent… split ends!” Shen all but shouted the last, and all the color drained from Delsin’s face.

  “You promised you would never tell, you… you… you… cunt!”

  “Thank you. Takes one to know one!” Shen shot back.

  “Enough!” Shelby’s shout made everyone turn to stare at her. Her eyes narrowed in true anger at her Angels, who looked back like petulant children.

  “He started it!” both Delsin and Shen shouted out, dropping their stances and pointing at each other.

  Shelby just glared. She was trying to run a business here! What the hell were they thinking, acting like that in front of a client?

  Then a peal of laughter broke the tension.

  Shelby turned incredulous eyes to Feenixxx, who had broken out in loud, boisterous guffaws. “Oh, Shelby, honey, I’ll take them both!” she managed as she crossed her arms over her stomach, tottling on her impossibly high heels. “They already have the attitude, the looks, and the bodies. They’re both positively catty! I love it! They’ll fit right in!”

  “Um…” Shelby stared at the woman as if she were a few donuts shy of a dozen. “Okay, I guess.”

  Which only caused Feenixxx to laugh even harder.

  “Here are the contracts,” Shelby added, reaching blindly around on her desk for the paperwork. It was best to get the madwoman to sign on the dotted line before she came to her senses.

  She wanted both Delsin and Shen? God help her, and she prayed there were enough places to hide the bodies.

  Chapter Three

  “God, you’re so tight!”

  Adan’s cock slowly speared the well-licked tunnel he had been eating at a moment before. Even through the latex condom, sized extra large, he could feel Joy’s heat and her strong muscles milking him.

  Adan, his body tingling, purred as she spread her legs wider, an amazing feat since she was on all fours, her head resting on her folded arms. He swerved his hips to get even deeper inside of her.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she managed, gasping and thrusting back. He eased his thick cock back from her clenching pussy so only a few inches remained inside, then slammed deep inside her, knocking the air from her lungs and ravaging her clit with his thickness. “Yes, Adan! Harder, you big Spanish fucker!”

  “Fucker…” Adan purred, leaning over her, covering her, brushing his chest against her back, reaching around to firmly grip her breasts in his hands, teasing and pulling at the taut nipples. “Yes, fucker. I like that.”

  Adan’s voice was deep and thick with passion as he moved to ream Joy’s creamy center even harder, enjoying the squeals she made whenever his balls slapped against her pussy lips with the force of his thrusts, coating his skin in her dripping essence.

  But her screams and the harsh sounds of two bodies slapping together were but a few of many sounds as the Friday Night Orgy rolled, a little late, into high gear.

  Across the room, Nalu rested in a thick black leather sex swing, his ass exposed to the room while a nubile vixen rocked back and forward on his thick meat. He was buried balls-deep inside her heaving, sweating body as he nursed greedily on her swollen nipples.

  Raidon was flat on his back, a plump-bottomed female sitting delicately on his face while his hands alternately gripped her hips and caressed her thighs, purring as he buried his tongue deep into her hot, juicy pussy. Another girl rode his cock, her hands gripping the first woman’s breasts. She pinched her nipples, adding pleasure-pain to the sensations of the Japanese man’s tongue on her clit. She was more than satisfied riding her stallion. He thrust his cock up deeper inside her, striking her G-spot with each stroke as she slammed her body down, desperate for more of him to scratch the itch he created inside of her.

  Sweat and groans poured from the trio, giving those watching an exciting orgy of flesh in motion to contemplate as they stroked themselves and their partners to extreme arousal.

  Barika and Blain were busy double-team ravishing a very willing Puawai.

  “God, take this slow!” she panted, slowly stuffing Barika deeper into her dripping wet cunt. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she moved herself slowly backwards, impaling herself on Blain’s condomed cock.

  “Take it easy, lass,” he breathed as the head of his cock slipped past her anal sphincter and he felt her muscles seize and spasm around him. “The minute you say enough, we stop.”

  He stroked her backs and sides, calming and distracting her as he waited for her muscles to exhaust their exquisite struggling around him, and ease up to let him in deeper. He bit down on his lower lip and tossed his damp red curls off his forehead, fighting the urge to just slam himself home deep inside her.

  But that would be wrong on so many levels, especially for a lover of his renown, he thought, growling at the tight feel of her. He sucked in his breath and she backed an inch further onto his cock.

  Barika’s cock was buried deep within the silky softness of her pussy, his hands supporting her at her waist as she bent over him, dangling her breasts just out of reach of his hungry mouth. The sensation of his fellow Angel filling her rosebud, only a thin bit of flesh separating their cocks, was almost enough to send him into an arousal induced coma.

  But instead of passing out, he strove for a little death, one he hoped to share with Puawai and Blain. Lifting his head, he lapped at one dangling nipple, wincing as her hands buried themselves in his locks, sudden pleasure stiffening her spine.

  “Oh yeah!” she growled. “That’s it! That’s the stuff!”

  Her anal sphincter had loosened and slowly Blain began to sink his full length into her spasming ass. Her hands tangled further in Rika’s locks as she began issuing orders like a general.

  “Harder, Blain! And don’t you dare stop, Rika! Grind that dick! Work those hips!” Then, arching backwards, welcoming her rear impalement, “Fuck me, fireplug!”

  She writhed on the two thick poles skewering her helpless body and got off on the feeling of both massive cocks stimulating her.

  Barika took pains to gently rotate his hips, to not damage her sensitive tissue while stimulating and making her endorphins fly high. Blain kissed and bit at her neck, urging her to move in a way that brought her the most pleasure.

  “Speak to me in that Southern accent, love,” Blain breathed, concentrat
ing on stimulating the opening and the immediate inside of her rosebud. “Tell me what you want. How can we make you come?”

  “Mmm, just like that… fireplug!” she gasped. Her whole body shuddered, caught between pleasure and pain so intense she was beginning to see stars. “Just keep going!”

  Across the room, Shen and Delsin sat, buck naked and glaring at each other.

  “My feet are prettier!” Del growled, trying to stare the smaller man down.

  “You may wish to think so,” Shen calmly returned as he reached into a nearby sex basket and pulled out a tube of flavored lube, rolling it between his fingers. “But then, you also think you’re the prettiest here. Delusions come so easily… to the disturbed.”

  Delsin’s eyes widened, just a tad, before he reached into the basket and retrieved a tube of his own.

  “You’re just jealous because the only true pleasure you get is in being a real asshole. Or is it because hard things up your asshole is the only way you may reach true pleasure?”

  “I have other ways of achieving nirvana, Delsin, and one is plugging the vile cavern you call a mouth with my hard manhood. Then not only will that overused hole get a good plugging, but that vile pink thing you call a tongue can receive a proper training.”

  “Bitch,” Delsin snarled. He opened the tube and poured a good portion of the slippery lube into his palm. Eyes defiant, he massaged his cock until it was completely coated with the sweet-smelling lubricant. His manhood grew even stiffer as he glared at his rival.

  “Whore!” Shen returned, upending his own tube directly on his swollen cock’s head, sucking in his breath at the feel of the slippery lube as it slowly slid down his cock, mixing with the abundant pre-cum bubbling up from its slit.

  “Cunt!” Delsin growled. He fisted his meat, pumping it slowly as the tension rose even higher between the two, heading for a boiling point.

  “Thank you!” Shen responded, grinning. His fist began to match Delsin’s movements.

  Delsin snorted. “I can last longer than you!”

  “I can last longer than you!”

  The two combatants glared, kohl colored eyes meeting violet as they mechanically stroked to the other’s rhythm, matching movement for movement.

  After a few moments, they both saw the other was staying steady and not missing a beat, and both redoubled their efforts.

  Something had to give.

  “I bet you won’t last if I do this!” Delsin growled, then shoved Shen back. Still fisting his swollen, angry, red cock, he took the purple head of Shen’s dick into his mouth, suckling gently as his tongue lashed around the underside.

  “Kisama!” Shen shouted. He thrust his hips upward, burying more of his cock into Delsin’s throat.

  Delsin pulled off enough to whisper, “Give it up! I will win this battle!”

  He lowered his head once more and swallowed Shen to the back of his throat, humming as his tongue lashed at the sensitive underside of his mouthful of cock, the taste of Shen’s essence overpowering the cherry flavored lube. Cherry? Del thought as Shen growled and thrust upwards into his throat. Who does Shen think he’s fooling?

  But before his thoughts could go much further, Shen gathered enough energy to grip Del’s hips and turn him around, positioning him so his cock was directly above his mouth.

  “This is a game for two!” Shen declared, even as he opened his mouth and began to lash at Del’s piña colada flavored cock.

  Del stiffened for a moment, then groaned as Shen began to display a talent for cock-sucking that rivaled even the most skilled whore’s!

  He moaned, unable to help himself as Shen swallowed twice then sucked him down to the back of his throat.

  Del felt his eyes roll toward the back of his head as the silky hot tube of Shen’s throat rippled around his cock, nearly pulling his orgasm from him in white hot spurts, but his famous control helped to hold him back.

  Two could play at this game. He swallowed, clearing his throat to take Shen deep, which he did with no trouble. But he needed something more. Reaching out with one arm, he groped for the flavored packet of lube, grunting in pleasure when he located it.

  Quickly lubing up two fingers, he parted Shen’s ass cheeks and sought the tiny opening. Shen jumped as the cold, lube-coated fingers circled his rosebud, tingles flowing through him at the contact, making his cock even harder.

  Del would not…

  Shen cried out around Del’s cock as two fingers gently worked into his ass, caressing the straining muscles and igniting an ache deep inside.

  Del grinned around his mouthful of cock and pulled back, lashing at the thick shaft with a busy tongue as he worked his fingers in deeper, searching for Shen’s sweet spot.

  Shen, knowing what Del was searching diligently for and how having his prostate massaged affected him, pulled off of Del’s cock and quickly sucked two of his own fingers, wetting them thoroughly. He knew in a few seconds his nuts would tighten and he would shoot his load down Del’s throat.

  Not wanting to lose this contest of wills, he pulled his fingers from his mouth and after circling Del’s anal opening once, shoved his fingers in deep.

  “By the gods!” Del gurgled around Shen’s swelling cock as he felt himself rise to a new plateau of pleasure.

  Warm trails of liquid heat ran from the base of his spine to his neck, making him ram his fingers deeper inside Shen, causing the other man to moan and hungrily gobble down his cock, his tongue lapping up the copious amounts of rich pre-cum bubbling from the head.

  Both men felt their balls tingle and tighten, their breath racing, their heads spinning. Almost simultaneously, they stiffened, their sweat-sheened bodies locking in place.

  Del was the first to scream, his orgasm tearing through him, making his hips arch, forcing his cock deeper into Shen, while Shen released a gurgling moan, Del’s salty-sweet come nearly choking him as he swallowed down the man’s load.

  Shen stroked his fingers rapidly over Del’s sweet spot, the other hand tugging gently on his balls, wanting to milk him for every drop, but then his own crisis overwhelmed him.

  Shen stiffened, his eyes closing as his cock swelled even larger and began to shoot down Del’s throat. His back stiffened as white lights danced beneath his closed lids. He felt his muscles spasm, unbelievable pleasure swamping his whole body. He shuddered as spurt after spurt of hot seed shot from the sensitive head, flowing down his partner’s throat. He released Del’s balls, afraid of painfully squeezing them in his orgasmic fit. His hips reflexively thrust twice more, before Shen felt his body go limp.

  Pulling away from Del, Shen sagged to the carpeted floor, fighting for breath with the rich taste of Delsin in his mouth.

  “Some show, guys,” someone called. “I thought you were trying to kill each other.”

  “I won,” Shen pointed out, rolling over enough to take in Delsin’s wasted appearance.

  “In your dreams,” Del shot back, breath heaving in his chest.

  “You cannot last longer than I.” Shen rolled his eyes at Del’s foolishness, his balls still tingling and his muscles nothing more than mush.

  ‘‘I can take anything you can dish out,” Del retorted, “in spades.”

  “Prove it!”

  Then the ever helpful Puawai, fresh from her multiple orgasmic threesome with Barika and Adan, cleared her throat.

  “Dildos at three paces?’ she asked, holding out two nine-inch, lifelike latex gel vibrators, both with wall socket plugs. She raised one eyebrow, winking at the two exhausted men.

  “Bring it on!” Del sniffed.

  “I can take whatever you serve,” Shen shot back.

  Puawai smiled, her devil’s horns figuratively showing through her hair, as she wondered if the guys would let her bring cameras to the next meeting.

  * * *

  It was a pouting Del and a yawning Shen who knocked on the stage door of Club Double Take early the next afternoon.

  Each carried a small case, specially packed with a
ll the high-tech gear they would need to pull off the transformation from hot, studly guys to nubile, exotic females. There was also a shared garment bag filled with clothes Shelby deemed worthy of their beauty.

  “This stuff is all custom made,” Shelby warned them as she handed them the bag, the ever-faithful Will standing at her shoulder. “It’s on loan, and it needs to be returned in mint condition. Is that understood, you two? No cat fights, no reenacting any scenes from Foxy Boxing or Dynasty, and no spills… of any kind! Got that, Crystal and Alexis?”

  “I would never…” they both began at the same time, then stopped as they realized what the other was saying. Huffing at each other they crossed their arms over suddenly heaving chests.

  “It’s him who…” Again they spoke at the same time and then glared at each other.

  “Stop that!” they both shouted.

  “You stop!” Hands were fisted.

  “You’re doing that on purpose!” They threw their arms into the air in disgust.

  Then in stereo, “Shelby!”

  “Cut it out, you two!” Shelby bellowed. “God, it’s like working with three-year-olds! This crap between the two of you has got to stop! This is too important for you two to fuck up! Now go pick up your fake boobies and get over to Club Double Take. Trevah, the Thunder from Down Under, With a Monster Under the Covers, is meeting you there.”

  Shelby got two identical stupefied glances and blinks and they both chorused together, “Who?”

  Shelby shook her head and sighed. Chimps would be easier. “Trevah, the Thunder from Down Under, With a Monster Under the Covers. I didn’t name her, so deal with it. She’s been fed the story that you two are new girls that Feenixxx scouted, so she’ll be ready for you. And for goodness’ sake, no more fighting! I need you guys to stick together. Trevah will show you what to do, and because we want to remain discreet, you two keep an eye on each other until we get surveillance equipment into place tonight. Barika and Nalu will be showing up as your boyfriends, watching your premiere. You get to choose who is with whom, but the guys will wire you up and pass along any info Raidon is able to gather. Are your orders clear?”